Trap house boomin', gas bag boofin' Shootin' no hoopin' Four door, no couping Drums like a North East Groover Street smart, But I ain't no tutor Glick boy, But I ain't no Ruger I want smoke, But I ain't no Hoover
Blue hundreds, like I fuck with the Hoovers I want to slide, But it's hard to maneuver I'm the shit, A big bag of manure I might fuck up a bag, in Louis Keep a stick like i'm Cosmo and Wanda I'm humble, But I swear i'm a problem I'm a shark, But I hang with piranhas All black, pull up like Wakanda I'm a snake, I'm a damn anaconda Try to play, then yo' ass is a goner
Trap house boomin', gas bag boofin' Shootin' no hoopin' Four door, no couping Drums like a North East Groover Street smart, But I ain't no tutor Glick boy, But I ain't no Ruger I want smoke, But I ain't no Hoover
I'm mad shit ain't like the old days I like to mix the Perc with the Oj I might kill a bitch like i'm O.J I treat Benihana like Chipotle The choppa gon sing like the O'Jays My juvies gon kill on my okays I seen yo' bitch since her hoe days Back then Flo was cooking up a four weight Rick Owens, get to kicking down your doorway I'm chasing money bags like a fed baby My young niggas lunching, they some lead babies You don't want to pay the ransom That's a dead baby You can go and keep the pussy Want the head baby
Trap house boomin', gas bag boofin' Shootin' no hoopin' Four door, no couping Drums like a North East Groover Street smart, But I ain't no tutor Glick boy, But I ain't no Ruger I want smoke, But I ain't no HooverTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
